Black Canvased Pain

Darkness greeted my arrival tonight
Insanity wasn't vibrant and colored
It was cold and Black.
Demons of my own creation tore apart my reality.
I groped at sanguine walls coming into view
They met me with the flesh of my family.
Any scream made was lost in the laugh
Coming from my mouth curved into a wicked smile.
The other side of my psych was alive
It drank in the repulsion spewing from my rational mind.
Frozen in terror I put up no fight
When he locked me in the box that was his life
And I saw everything his oppression caused.
A smiling child changing in terrible metamorphosis
Gives birth to a horror never before seen
And now let out to reap and rape.
I could only sit as he slated his thirst
For the blood of my friends and lovers.
And I began to grow wicked as I witnessed his freedom
The metamorphosis was mine
And the Horror outside was me
Free and wild as I craved to be.